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We cannot comprehend what comprehends us.

quote by Wendell Berry
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It's Cool

It's cool,
If there's no content...
In what you say or do.
It's cool,
If no one comprehends,
With a meaning that's approved.

No one carries a single thought
To improve a life so screwed.

It's cool,
If there's no content...
In what you say or do.
It's cool,
If no one comprehends,
With a meaning that's approved.

No one carries a single thought
No one carries a single thought
No one carries a single thought
To improve a life so screwed.

It's cool,
If there's no content...
In what you say or do.
It's cool,
If no one comprehends,
With a meaning that's approved.

No one carries a single thought
No one carries a single thought
No one carries a single thought
To improve a life so screwed.

No one carries a single thought
No one carries a single thought
No one carries a single thought
To improve a life so screwed.

It's cool
No one has a single thought
It's cool
No one has a single thought
It's cool
No one has a single thought
To improve a life so screwed.

It's cool,
If there's no content...
In what you say or do.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There are three classes of intellects: one which comprehends by itself; another which appreciates what others comprehend; and a third which neither comprehends by itself nor by the showing of others; the first is the most excellent, the second is good, and the third is useless.

Niccolo Machiavelli in The Prince
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There are three classes of intellects one which comprehends by itself another which appreciates what others comprehend and a third which neither comprehends by itself nor by the showing of others the first is the most excellent, the second is good, and the third is useless.

quote by Niccolo Machiavelli
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Ordinary People

Ordinary people just dont comprehend
Ordinary people just dont seem to comprehend
The thing you feel they dont even know about
Cut yourself, that never did you no good
You cut yourself, that never did you no good
Nobody watching you, you gotta take care of yourself
Real thing....
When I came down your avenue
Blew you every
Blew you every which way
When I came down your avenue
Bloo hoo hoo you ever which way
Nobody watching you, you gotta take care of yourself
Ordinary people they just dont seem to comprehend
No they dont
Ordinary, everyday people just dont, just dont seem to comprehend
No they dont
Then you feel they dont, they dont, they dont even
Even, even know, even know about..

song performed by Van Morrison
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Sit

Sit.
Don't you fidget.
Listen for a bit,
Before you quit it.

If you sit.
And do not fidget,
There is something you may hear...
To even get it.

You may comprehend by listening,
To what is said and mentioned...
If you sit,
And do not fidget...
You may comprehend by listening,
To what is said and mentioned.

If you sit.
And do not fidget,
There is something you may hear...
To even get it.

Sit.
Don't you fidget.
Listen for a bit,
Before you quit it.

You may comprehend by listening,
To what is said and mentioned.
You may comprehend by listening,
To what is said and mentioned...
If you sit.
And do not fidget,
There is something you may hear...
To even get it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Farewell

_P_. Farewell to Europe, and at once farewell
To all the follies which in Europe dwell;
To Eastern India now, a richer clime,
Richer, alas! in everything but rhyme,
The Muses steer their course; and, fond of change,
At large, in other worlds, desire to range;
Resolved, at least, since they the fool must play,
To do it in a different place, and way.
_F_. What whim is this, what error of the brain,
What madness worse than in the dog-star's reign?
Why into foreign countries would you roam,
Are there not knaves and fools enough at home?
If satire be thy object--and thy lays
As yet have shown no talents fit for praise--
If satire be thy object, search all round,
Nor to thy purpose can one spot be found
Like England, where, to rampant vigour grown,
Vice chokes up every virtue; where, self-sown,
The seeds of folly shoot forth rank and bold,
And every seed brings forth a hundredfold.
_P_. No more of this--though Truth, (the more our shame,
The more our guilt) though Truth perhaps may claim,
And justify her part in this, yet here,
For the first time, e'en Truth offends my ear;
Declaim from morn to night, from night to morn,
Take up the theme anew, when day's new-born,
I hear, and hate--be England what she will,
With all her faults, she is my country still.
_F_. Thy country! and what then? Is that mere word
Against the voice of Reason to be heard?
Are prejudices, deep imbibed in youth,
To counteract, and make thee hate the truth?
'Tis sure the symptom of a narrow soul
To draw its grand attachment from the whole,
And take up with a part; men, not confined
Within such paltry limits, men design'd
Their nature to exalt, where'er they go,
Wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow,
Where'er the blessed sun, placed in the sky
To watch this subject world, can dart his eye,
Are still the same, and, prejudice outgrown,
Consider every country as their own;
At one grand view they take in Nature's plan,
Not more at home in England than Japan.
_P_. My good, grave Sir of Theory, whose wit,
Grasping at shadows, ne'er caught substance yet,
'Tis mighty easy o'er a glass of wine
On vain refinements vainly to refine,
To laugh at poverty in plenty's reign,
To boast of apathy when out of pain,

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poem by Charles Churchill
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(The) Fate of Fatal Lovers

Fated to be in a togetherness...
No one comprehends but them.

The fate of fatal lovers,
In a relationship
Others tell them not meant to be.

There is too much abuse done publicly.
And in private this feeds a romance...
Enhanced by physical foreplay,
Some say is quite sick.

They both inflict scars and wounds.
This attraction seems to be headed for doom.
But no one can see,
After the slapping and blackened eyes...
The love between them made!

Fated to be in a togetherness...
No one comprehends but them.
It just needs less notoriety.
With a maturity that has yet to begin.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's In The Message

It's in the message that is a benefit.
It's in the message that is left that is effective,
If...
The one who comprehends the message meant.
And...
If the message sent to them makes any sense.
And...
The understanding of it doesn't get them bent,
Out of shape.
Or brings heartache.
And that message is received,
As a gift to take.

It's in the message that is a benefit.
It's in the message that is left that is effective,
If...
The one who comprehends the message meant.
And...
If the message sent to them makes any sense.
And...
The understanding of it doesn't get them bent,
Out of shape.
Or brings heartache.
And the message is received,
As a gift to take.

It's in the message that arrives...
And one will take.
It's in the message that delivers...
A statement made!
And taken...
As a gift!

Yes,
It's in the message that is a benefit.
And...
It's in the message for the one who makes some sense of it.
And admits,
It benefits...
To believe.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I say, life and figure are distinct attributes of one substance, and as one and the same body may be transmuted into all kinds of figures; and as the perfecter figure comprehends that which is more imperfect; so one and the same body may be transmuted from one degree of life to another more perfect, which always comprehends in it the inferior.… the case is the same in diverse degrees of life, which have indeed a beginning, but no end; so that the creature is always capable a farther and perfecter degree of life, ad infinitum, and yet can never attain to be equal with God; for he is still infinitely more perfect than a creature, in its highest elevation or perfection, even as a globe is the most perfect of all other figures, unto which none can approach.

quote by Anne Conway
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Lo Que Siente La Mujer

Lo que siente la mujer
Deliciosa
Labio suave y rosa... baby
Piel de miel, dulce y silenciosa
Te parece confundida
Su pasion esta escondida
Nunca sabes lo que va decir
Cuando empieza a sonreir
Quieres ver lo que siente la mujer
Quieres ver y tratar de comprender...la mujer
Seductora, pero nunca facil...baby
Misteriosamente dura y fragil
Lagrimas que no te ensea
Su dolor no deja huella
No la trates ya de impresionar
Solo dejate llevar
Quieres ver lo que siente la mujer
Quieres ver y tratar de comprender...la mujer
Quieres ver lo que siente la mujer
Quieres ver y tratar de comprender
Lo que siente la mujer
Te parece confundida
Su pasion esta escondida
Nunca sabes lo que va decir
Cuando empieza a sonreir
Quieres ver lo que siente la mujer
Quieres ver y tratar de comprender...la mujer
Quieres ver lo que siente la mujer
Quieres ver y tratar de comprender
La mujer...comprender...
Quieres ver
Quieres ver
Quieres ver lo que siente la mujer
Y tratar de comprender
What the woman feels
Delicious, pink and soft lip, baby
Syrup skin, sweet and silence,
She seems to you as confused
Her passion is hidden.
You never know what shes going to say
When she starts to smile.
(chorus:)
Do you want to see what the woman feels?
Do you want to? and try to comprehend the woman.
Seducer, but she is never easy, baby.
Mysteriously hard and soft,
Tear that she never shows you
Her pain doesnt ever let a clue
Dont try to impress her
Just let yourself go with the flow.

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Stars

Anyone who ever held you
Would tell you the way Im feeling
Anyone who ever wanted you
Would try to tell you what I feel inside
The only thing I ever wanted
Was the feeling that you aint faking
The only one you ever thought about
Wait a minute cant you see that i
I wanna fall from the stars
Straight into your arms
I I feel you
I hope you comprehend
For the man who tried to hurt you
Hes explaining the way Im feeling
For all the jealousy I caused you
States the reason why Im trying to hide
As for all the things you taught me
It sends my future into clearer dimensions
Youll never know how much you hurt me
Stay a minute cant you see that i
I wanna fall from the stars
Straight into your arms
I I feel you
I hope you comprehend
Too many hearts are broken
A lovers promise never came with a maybe
So many words are left unspoken
The silent voices are driving me crazy
As for all the pain you caused me
Making up could never be your intention
Youll never know how much you hurt me
Stay cant you see that i
I wanna fall from the stars
Straight into your arms
I I feel you
I hope you comprehend

song performed by Simply Red
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The Way You Love Me

[verse 1]
I tried to find You but I didn't know Your name
I searched for love, but I found only pain
I chased the truth, but I only caught the lies
When I searched for beauty
Dirt got in my eyes
(pre-chorus)
And then Your love showed up
And it erased my pain
Lord, You gave it all just to clear my name
[chorus]
Why You love me I cannot understand
How You love me, can't even comprehend
That You want me as broken as I am
I can never repay
The way You love me
[verse 2]
The closer that I get to You the smaller this world seems
Deep inside my heart You placed eternity
You gave me room to breathe, a place to get away
Standing in Your presence with a debt I can't repay
(pre-chorus)
And then Your love showed up
And it erased my pain
Lord, You gave it all just to clear my name
[chorus]
Why You love me I cannot understand
How You love me, can't even comprehend
That You want me as broken as I am
I can never repay
The way You love me
[bridge]
There's no high, there's no low
There's no power or control
Nothing's gonna keep me from You
[chorus]
Why You love me I cannot understand
How You love me, can't even comprehend
That You want me as broken as I am
I can never repay
The way You love me
I love the way, the way You love me

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The Victories Of Love. Book II

I
From Jane To Her Mother

Thank Heaven, the burthens on the heart
Are not half known till they depart!
Although I long'd, for many a year,
To love with love that casts out fear,
My Frederick's kindness frighten'd me,
And heaven seem'd less far off than he;
And in my fancy I would trace
A lady with an angel's face,
That made devotion simply debt,
Till sick with envy and regret,
And wicked grief that God should e'er
Make women, and not make them fair.
That he might love me more because
Another in his memory was,
And that my indigence might be
To him what Baby's was to me,
The chief of charms, who could have thought?
But God's wise way is to give nought
Till we with asking it are tired;
And when, indeed, the change desired
Comes, lest we give ourselves the praise,
It comes by Providence, not Grace;
And mostly our thanks for granted pray'rs
Are groans at unexpected cares.
First Baby went to heaven, you know,
And, five weeks after, Grace went, too.
Then he became more talkative,
And, stooping to my heart, would give
Signs of his love, which pleased me more
Than all the proofs he gave before;
And, in that time of our great grief,
We talk'd religion for relief;
For, though we very seldom name
Religion, we now think the same!
Oh, what a bar is thus removed
To loving and to being loved!
For no agreement really is
In anything when none's in this.
Why, Mother, once, if Frederick press'd
His wife against his hearty breast,
The interior difference seem'd to tear
My own, until I could not bear
The trouble. 'Twas a dreadful strife,
And show'd, indeed, that faith is life.
He never felt this. If he did,
I'm sure it could not have been hid;
For wives, I need not say to you,

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poem by Coventry Patmore
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Focus More On Motive

Please,
Why can't you give me time...
With allowing my mind,
To find a bit of comfort.

Please,
Why can't you leave me alone...
With a time I can find,
To enjoy that bit of comfort.

I need to...
Focus more on motive.
And,
I need to...
Release anxiety from me.
And I need to...
Let frustrations go,
With a hope you'll comprehend my need.

I need to...
Focus more on motive.
And,
I need to...
Release anxiety from me.
And I need to...
Let frustrations go,
With a hope you'll comprehend my need.

So please...
Why can't you give me time,
With allowing my mind...
To find a bit of comfort.

And please...
Why can't you leave me alone,
With a time I can find...
To enjoy that bit of comfort.

What I need is to focus more on motive.
And,
I need to...
Release anxiety from me.
And I need to...
Let frustrations go,
With a hope you'll comprehend my need.

What I need is to focus more on motive,
With a hope you'll understand my need.
I need to...
Focus more on motive,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Music, verily, is the mediator between intellectual and sensuous life... the one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge which comprehends mankind but which mankind cannot comprehend.

quote by Ludwig van Beethoven
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Music--the one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge, which comprehends mankind, but which mankind cannot comprehend.

quote by Ludwig van Beethoven
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Music - The one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge which comprehends mankind but which mankind cannot comprehend.

quote by Ludwig van Beethoven
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Music is the one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge which comprehends mankind but which mankind cannot comprehend.

quote by Ludwig van Beethoven
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Octaves

I

We thrill too strangely at the master’s touch;
We shrink too sadly from the larger self
Which for its own completeness agitates
And undetermines us; we do not feel—
We dare not feel it yet—the splendid shame
Of uncreated failure; we forget,
The while we groan, that God’s accomplishment
Is always and unfailingly at hand.

II

Tumultously void of a clean scheme
Whereon to build, whereof to formulate,
The legion life that riots in mankind
Goes ever plunging upward, up and down,
Most like some crazy regiment at arms,
Undisciplined of aught but Ignorance,
And ever led resourcelessly along
To brainless carnage by drunk trumpeters.

III

To me the groaning of world-worshippers
Rings like a lonely music played in hell
By one with art enough to cleave the walls
Of heaven with his cadence, but without
The wisdom or the will to comprehend
The strangeness of his own perversity,
And all without the courage to deny
The profit and the pride of his defeat.

IV

While we are drilled in error, we are lost
Alike to truth and usefulness. We think
We are great warriors now, and we can brag
Like Titans; but the world is growing young,
And we, the fools of time, are growing with it:—
We do not fight to-day, we only die;
We are too proud of death, and too ashamed
Of God, to know enough to be alive.

V

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poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Orlando Furioso Canto 18

ARGUMENT
Gryphon is venged. Sir Mandricardo goes
In search of Argier's king. Charles wins the fight.
Marphisa Norandino's men o'erthrows.
Due pains Martano's cowardice requite.
A favouring wind Marphisa's gallery blows,
For France with Gryphon bound and many a knight.
The field Medoro and Cloridano tread,
And find their monarch Dardinello dead.

I
High minded lord! your actions evermore
I have with reason lauded, and still laud;
Though I with style inapt, and rustic lore,
You of large portion of your praise defraud:
But, of your many virtues, one before
All others I with heart and tongue applaud,
- That, if each man a gracious audience finds,
No easy faith your equal judgment blinds.

II
Often, to shield the absent one from blame,
I hear you this, or other, thing adduce;
Or him you let, at least, an audience claim,
Where still one ear is open to excuse:
And before dooming men to scaith and shame,
To see and hear them ever is your use;
And ere you judge another, many a day,
And month, and year, your sentence to delay.

III
Had Norandine been with your care endued,
What he by Gryphon did, he had not done.
Profit and fame have from your rule accrued:
A stain more black than pitch he cast upon
His name: through him, his people were pursued
And put to death by Olivero's son;
Who at ten cuts or thrusts, in fury made,
Some thirty dead about the waggon laid.

IV
Whither fear drives, in rout, the others all,
Some scattered here, some there, on every side,
Fill road and field; to gain the city-wall
Some strive, and smothered in the mighty tide,
One on another, in the gateway fall.
Gryphon, all thought of pity laid aside,
Threats not nor speaks, but whirls his sword about,
Well venging on the crowd their every flout.

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poem by Ludovico Ariosto
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